"Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes." Isaiah 54:2

Marching to the Beat of their Own Drums

We have been having a full summer of fun around here. And with Sweet Girl heading into Kindergarten, she’s done more this summer than in years past. And she’s loving every minute!

She got to join Mr. Quality Time at Vacation Bible School (VBS) this year. Boy, was she excited! She had been waiting on this moment for two long years (since her older brother started). They learned about New York City and God’s love and forgiveness. Here they are with a friend on the last day:

We also took part in several of the local library’s summer programs. One in particular was very exciting: a demonstration by our city’s drum line. First of all, I didn’t know that my home town had a drum line. Secondly, even Sweet Girl was fascinated, and she doesn’t like loud noises. The drum line performed several cadences and then let all the children take turns playing the drums.

You can bet Little Man liked that!

And then… the director passed out flyers for a drum camp the following week. Five days (Monday – Friday). Three hours. Snacks. And a t-shirt and drum sticks at the end of the week. For $10.

All the moms were looking at each other with that look that said “Seriously? Only $10????”

Yes sir. Only $10.

Not only was this Mamma excited about it, but so were the kids. Sadly, Little Man had to pass on this adventure. Just like with VBS, he was too young to attend. And I honestly wasn’t sure if Sweet Girl would go more than the first day.

I was wrong.

Bet you can’t guess which child came home that first night wanting a drum set?

Yep. This one:

They loved it. Really. It was all they talked about, 24/7. And on Friday, they put on a show to demonstrate to the parents what they learned (counting beats, marching, etc.).

And I also couldn’t help but be excited about the variety of faces there. Being a transracial family, we are always glad to be able to be a part of something that reflects how we live at home.